A Cuttin' And A Pastin'

Here's what I've been cracking out through the wooly haze of bailey's and crisps: What thinketh thou?

IT'S BLOODY WELL VAUXHALL NOVA TIME!

YES!!!

Having finally got my laptop back and subsequently being in receipt of a nice little comment from mum (big love to the muth btw) and her hilarious conker hating ways I have decided to showcase some more bits and bobbles of what I've been on with:

This is my Vauxhall Nova Botanical Sketchbook (I have yet to decide on a good name for this, hello suggestions box):

This is a particularly sensitive work for me because this was my brother's manual for our grandad's car, and it is illustrated with some rather beguiling notes such as: "Nova 0.0821918 ... Civic 0.0818182 LOL LOL" (!?!?!) Just some little mechanic humour for you there.

ANYWAY have a look at the fascinating dichtomy between the observation of technological/organic processes WHAT a mouthful:

Preliminary Preliminary.

Here are some VERY preliminary sketches for an idea for a film I'm going to make. And they look shit not only because they are a bit shit but because my scanner is just an awkward bitch who doesn't like to play fair and scan stuff properly AUGH SULK.

Anyway I'm trying this year to PEEL MYSELF AWAY from the tradish and break into something new. So coming your way soon will be some papier mache models of ruins placed in my cooker. In the words of Scar of Lion King fame, and also the scouts: BE PREPARED.

Croydon is not an Exciting Place.

Here's a quick Q&A: have you ever thought you had a condition known as synaesthesia? You know, the one where you hear a tune and you start seeing all manner of beautiful colours and shapes? Yeah. Well after trying my damndest to make a visual response to sounds made in CROYDON I figured....

I do not have that shit.

Target practise

It's a well known fact that my interest in photograpy is pretty minimal...



So when I was ordered by tutors that I would have to improve my skillz I was like...



"BUMMERRRRRRR"



But I gave it a try...



How did I do?

Sheer laziness.

So maybe you haven't heard of yours truly of late. Might one presume that I have been sat on my batty doing a combination of bugger all and nothing? Nay, ye may not. I have actually been on many a research mission to such places as Wisley gardens where I spent a great length of time in big steamy greenhouses poking around a lot of Lepismium Marinerium and Semperviviums (that's climbing shrubs and Houseleeks to you, padre), I also went on an expedition to Sissinghurst garden where I utilised my macro setting to it's full extent photographing leaves. I also did this at another place whose name I have forgotten but really I spent a lot of time there having cream tea so maybe that doesn't count as work.

ANYWAY, my point is that you shall soon be party and privy to a bit of work on here, but in the mean time I would reccomend you engage yourself in admiring the above picture, taken with scuffed knees at Sissinghurst.

"Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky" - Hafiz

Here's a few photos of my big flora/electrica print (I don't have a name for it just yet but I like that one!) which have been lovingly transferred onto some walls:

Guerrilla Gardening

This here's a little watercolour I made of my little junk garden:



And here are the little angels themselves:





I think eventually I might don a green leotard and become the real life embodiment of Poison Ivy. I do actually own a book on poisons so I could have a robocop type army of triffids in 80's boomboxes and use them to DESTROY Nick Griffin and Hugh Grant and Anthea Turner...AWESOME.

Proj and Spec/Transformation

Some prepatory drawings for a print I'm doing. Who'd have thunk the wiring system of a Vauxhall Astra could be so pretty?

Overgrown Robots

As Kanye West says, "this is my shit right here" and by that I don't mean faeces but I do mean maybe I could have taken some better care/pictures of these becuase they look a lot better in real life. I don't know why Kanye likes showing off his poo so much.








Basically this is going to culminate in some big ass watercolours, some crumbly old walkmans from the 80's with some plants in and a big ass print on some rough ass wood.

ATTACK OF THE GROSS MACHINE FACE DISEASE! ARGH!

It's my new project and I'm very excited! Also get your funky batties ready for some sculpture! THASS RIGHT, COMING SOON.

I have my scanner back and I'm happy. Sexy sexy definition.

Oh for the love of a pissing scanner:

Behold pictures of my final exhibition from last june:

Süß Kleine Gwendolyn

A portrait of my cousin (and another triumph of mobile phone photography)